Real Teens Speak Out

Take A Stand

Hello , My Name Nakeria. I started getting bullied in the third grade and still till this day i keep thinking if i fight the person that keeps bullying me . im wrong but you shouldn’t have to fight someone for bullying to stop the adults should try and take a stand too and try to do something about it because you know what it isn’t fair that us kids have to deal with this every single day it’s time to take a stand . Not one person in this world can ever say that words dont hurt because they do. i know they do because everyday after school i go in my room and i cry and i cry and i stress my self out i’ve been in the hospital 3 times because of bullying and it’s controling me and i miss me being me again . Im not the same person that i used to be i wanna make a change i see people almost everyday going through what im going through but im here to take a stand and for the bullying to stop . I want people to feel safe in school and our princple doens’t see that we don’t feel safe because of all the bullying and the threats but imma try my best to get my word out and for others to know that they’re not alone. Thank you.

lose

when i was in the 8th grade i was bullied until,  well i still get bullied about how i look and i never felt pretty. one was because everyone call me ugly no one thought i was ugly i cried a lot i never understood why people hated me so much . i wish people would understand what they say to people can break that person and what makes me mad is everyone think it fun games until someone kill them self . sometimes what you say can change someone’s life . my message is be someone’s friend you don’t know what you say can change someone’s life.

Currently, I’m in seventh grade. I have bacteriaphobia/OCD. I go to a psychiatrist for it. My problem is that I wave something – papers, jacket, fan, etc – when people cough or sneeze, and I hate touching the floor or my shoes. Apparently, my reaction to coughing is funny, because people fake cough around me. Sometimes I hear them laugh. There’s so many tips for what to say to a bully who’s insulting you, but I haven’t found anything for what to do when a bully is doing a perfectly “normal” activity without saying anything. I haven’t told the school yet (once I told the guidance counselor, but that was in a smaller school where I knew names) for two reasons. The first reason is that I want the bullies to come to it on their own, just like I want to get rid of my OCD on my own. The second reason is this – bullying is natural. When you talk badly about a politician, when newspaper writers call people racist – heck, even when you call the bullies “evil” – it’s a form, more or less, of naturally wanting to put yourself on top. Some people do it less than others, and in different ways, of course, but it’s still normal. And when the school tries to fix it, they confront the bullies, which makes the bullies feel justified to continue the attacks. So it’s just a cycle.

5th grade

It all started off about me liking a boy that one of these means girls liked… she was evil as she could be, i never knew i was being bullied till the day they called me names, it was words such as (your ugly, your fat, you should go kill yourself cause no one cares about you)
(sorry but i don’t really wanna say the whole thing cause its already upsetting me)

Feelings Remain Words are forgo

My bullying experience started when i was in year 5-6 so i was around 10-11 years old. I would be delibrately left out of groups during play time or if we had to be in pairs, i was called names such as, the girl with the big nose, frog eyes and holes in my face. At such a young age i did not understand why i was called such awful names until now.
I never spoke up about this because back then 1998-1999 there was no social media or bullying awareness. Schools may have had a bullying policy but it was not emphasized as much as it is today.
My primary school days were awful, i was almost playing by myself or i’d find a neighbour who was younger than me and played with her- i felt safe or i’d play with the ‘weirdos’ who also faced bullying. I see these people now and again passing the streets and it just makes me remember the ordeal i went through, the words are history but the feelings still remain. You will NEVER forget how someone has made you feel.
High school was awful, year 7,8,9 especially. i went to a girls school, here i dreamt of making the best of friends for life. The same happened here, i was left out, called names and made to cry and i did cry in class. I was told to my face that i smelt of bad body odour (my hygiene was not poor) and that i had a horse tail (my hair was long and thick) big eyes and often referred to as ‘Uncle Festa’s daughter from Adams Family’. I never had the urge to speak to any teachers about this as i felt that the bullies would win and i’d lose. I’d cry when i got home and be so scared to go into school the next day. Those 3 years were hell for me. Year 10-11 was when i thought God answered my prayers and he did. As you begin your GCSE’s you were told to pick your subjects and without the bullies pressuring me to pick similar subjects as them, i met my new friends. The bullies were so jealous that i found other girls who accepted me for who i was, An asian girl, with dimples, longhair and did not smell. I broke through from them and finally got my independence. College was not so bad as i also met new people but found myself a part time job so i was kept busy. University was equally ok as i decided to move out of London to start a new life and i did. Nobody new me and i felt as if i was re born. i made some life long friends. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

All in all, i felt ugly and humiliated and sad that the school and the teachers did not bat an eyelid when they saw bullying out in the open. i was not the only child to go through this. I did not grow up in a wealthy family so i was also targetted for my clothes that i wore on trips.
My words to anyone out there is, one day YOU will be FAR MORE sucessful than those bullies and you will prove them wrong along with the world. Jealousy is a disease and there is no cure- it is a battle we have to fight. YOUR LIFE IS precious and your worth more than comitting suicide. I see these girls passing me on the streets but i have my head held up high, and i am now a woman and sucessful. They look at me in great awe – they cannot believe i’ve grown up into a decent looking woman. I now understand why they were jealous of me. Dimples make girls look cuter, something men like. Long hair is something women want.. (not all) but again its a characterisric.
I keep my life private i’m not on social media because my life’s private and 1) i do not want those bullies to find me online qnd vue my pictures or what is happening with my life and 2) im just private.
I’m a Solicitor now and mature but everyone out there, my message to you is, it will get better. Hold your head up high, prove them wrong, silence is the best weapon.
I was once a city worker and tapping away on my laptop on the train until i caught someone staring in my direction i looked through the corner of my eye and it was a girl who would join in the bullying she was absolutely shocked to see me. The stare she gave, i’ll never forget. It was the stare if someone, so jealous and in disbelief.
I have not gone through detail of my bullying but one can understand the events that occured. It went on for many years and i hated school, my childhood was ruined by bullies.
Words will fade but the feelings remain..

overseas struggle

I am currently living overseas as a freshman in high school. This is my first year here and it hasn’t been easy. Over the past few weeks, I have been a main topic in many of the conversations held by the students. some right in front of me. They speak badly about me and my American friend in Spanish as if we can’t understand them. They call us white, stupid Americans, pale, and have even gone so far as to tell us to “Go back to the U.S.A where you belong.” What is supposed to be an amazing experience for me has turned into what might just be the longest year of my life where I have to sit back and just let people drag me through the mud.

Worst 2 years of high school,and still continued even when I left 😩

I was bullied for 2 years and it still continues even though I’m not at school!! I was bullied for how I looked and physically too I lost all my friends I was lonely I use to wake up dreading to go school there was this one girl who I was terrified of she was so mean. She went and got her older mates included her self and one was pulling my hair and I got punched in the mouth to the point I bled. Meanwhile a teacher stood there doing nothing just saying stop it. After she punched me I pushed her away as I was being attacked so because I pushed her i also got put in ise(detention) in the same room as her. That was the last time I went to school I missed school days ditched school by myself I ended up having a school government meeting I told them the situation they did nothing but said your parents will be charged if you don’t come in. My parents took me out of school that day, but it didn’t stop there.  It took them at least 8 months after I left school for them to stop. It’s been 2 years and more since everything it took a lot of of time for myself to heal. After the bullying mostly stoped. I had support from a councillor which helped. I’m now in a much better mental state. I can also stick up for myself!

The words that hurt

I was in fourth grade. It was time to go to lunch. I reached the cafeteria and got my food and sat down to eat I was surrounded by the ‘cool’ kids I was trying to ignore them but they started talking about me. Saying things that made me want to run out of the school they even compared me with Humpty Dumpty you know the huge egg that no one could fix that’s what I felt like…. Broken. They called me fat, the word I despise. It kept going on I went to see the counselor but it kept on going on. Now I’m in sixth grade and I started getting bullied again and being called fat, being hit physically with a ball by a boy. The thing is he meant to hurt my feelings. Next time I won’t let him push me around like that, I will fight back even if it means that I might get suspended I won’t let him treat me like a piece of dirt. Thanks for listening to my story. I will have hope no matter what.

The Years that are a Struggle

When I was in middle school I had been slapped and called ugly and fat. I had started to feel the effects of my Dad’s passing. All of the looks I would get at school. In my sixth grade year when I had gotten slapped the principal said to me “It sounds like you were being annoying”. Him saying that made me extremely mad because did it matter I happened to be annoying does that give someone the right to slap me? Some of it stopped in 7th grade only little remarks like “ugh she is so talentless”, I was a manager for basketball not in basketball and the girls in my school had unknowingly gave me sneers and other remarks about my size (not big). Eighth grade year was pretty bad as well I had considered Anorexia due to the constant remarks but I did not become Anorexic due to the fact that I had somewhat of a support group. The thing that had gotten me through my Eighth grade year was someone I met online who had been through the same thing and at the time she was the only one who would understand without judgement. In my freshman year I had gotten more anxious with some anxiety problems due to the bullying I faced. I had developed a slight stutter when talking because of my nervousness and my friends had started to make fun of it, which hurt. My friends could barely handle my weird personality and often blew me off for people more their speed (Popular). The bullying had stopped except for the teasing from my friends. The end of my freshman year was the hardest a guy had called me and my friend fat, we went to our Physical Education Coach and he had told our principal. The guy who said “You need to be on weight watchers” said we had insulted him which was not true it was one sided. It was two against one and the principal said “He is going to bring *enter name* in”. The guy he wanted to bring in was not around us but on the opposite team kicking at the time he said that. Out of all of my years getting bullied this year is the worst. I am not fully over my Grandma’s death, my friend had told me she was going to kill herself then did not talk to me for a week because she was mad that I told my counselor, my dad’s death is affecting me a lot more than other years, and the homework is a lot. All of this stress is extremely hard to deal with and I don’t know how I am making it through although I am. If you see this I hope you do not go through the same thing I am and if you do I am extremely sorry for you and there is always someone to talk to.

Hello, everyone! For the purposes of protecting the identities of those who will be mentioned in this narrative story, I will be using false names.
A few years ago, I had temporarily traveled to another country for the summertime, and attended a sports camp there. Usually, I would describe myself as a joyous, bubbly, and sometimes downright crazy chatterbox who simply wishes to enjoy life to the fullest. However, I may have let my self constraints slip far too much – and it therefore lead to the following events.
I had been standing in the hallway outside of locker area, waiting for the group leaders with a few other campers. The camp was very enjoyable for me, and I had been chattering away with my immense loud mouth when suddenly, one of the campers, who I will give the name L, shouted from inside the locker room – “To be honest, I think that (my name) is such an obnoxious FREAK!!! No offense to (my name), but I absolutely hate that idiot!!!” It was then when someone else, who I will call A, replied – “Oh no, she is a whole lot worse than that!!! (my name)’s mouth is so fat that I bet that I could shove a dinosaur’s head through it and she couldn’t care less.” At that point, I was completely shocked by the situation – why would I have any means to offend them? Did I deserve any of this, if not all? Yet even I knew that my big fat mouth was just as they described….tears began to press outward behind my tightly pressed eyes as I pretended to proceed towards the water fountain at the other end of the hall, so that I would not become the focus of stares. Before I could take a single step forwards, came more voices from the locker area. “You know what, let’s all confront her on the last day for being that annoying little weirdo she is….I’ve only been here for three days and now I want to leave this place all because of her!!!” yelled a girl, who I’ll call M. I had taken enough of this. Those people would never know, but I had heard every minor detail of conversation. As they kept ranting on about me, tear streaked and red faced, in a sudden burst of pain and anger, I dashed up to the locker room door, pinned down the password, and slammed inside. “There she comes.” said L, rolling her eyes. “The great pain.”
“Fools”. I said, eyeing every single person in the room, people who I had once befriended and trusted, but now I knew where colder and more ignorant than one could ever be. “Such ignorant fools. You don’t know anything, do you?”
But that wasn’t all. i should have known better.